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By the Hearth-Stone

By the hearth-stoneShe sits alone,The long night bearing:With eyes that gleamInto the dreamOf the firelight staring.
Low and more lowThe dying glowBurns in the embers;She nothing heedsAnd nothing needs—Only remembers.

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